Happy Birthday sweet boy. I love you to the end of the Earth and back.
Your smile, your laugh, your cheeks and your silly nature make my day.
And I'm pleased to report that since your last birthday,
you've mastered potty training, successfully moved to a big boy bed,
and you know let me kiss and hug you as many times as I'd like.
But please stop asking me what my name is every ten minutes.
You know my first, middle and last name and I'm tired of that game :)
And please stop making me laugh at you when I'm supposed to be disciplining you.
Oh, and please stop trying to bring snails into the house.
They are gross, even your daddy thinks so.
The woman that cleans, cooks and plays with you (yes, that is a guilt trip).
We Love you!
Happy 4th big guy :)